16

Without any preparation, as The Inquisitor, Ji Kai welcomed his first battle with Blade and Sword.

It was not a rookie experiment, and the number of troops was still three to four. It was raining at night, and they were in the middle of a dense forest. In the past, Ji Kai would have definitely walked away from such a battle without any sense of beauty or elegance.

However, today, this battle was unavoidable. It was imperative.

"Roar —"

In the forest, the Tracing Army let out a low roar and pressed towards the grey-haired Fu Mourning God.

"Sweep away everything!"

Tarō Tarō swung his sword again, and Yamamochi Kokuhiro followed closely behind. They weaved through the enemy with incomparable speed, and wherever they went, severed arms and blood splattered.

The bone dragon-like short swords fell to the ground, and the spider-like ribs retreated. The Tracing Army had a temporary gap due to the reduction in numbers. The two swords seized the opportunity and quickly broke through the encirclement, and came to Cut Long Hasebe's side.

The stench did not decrease, but increased.

As a sacred object, Tarō Tarō was disgusted, and his attacks became more violent. The Tracing Army that was close to him was forced to retreat, but the stench did not improve.

The change in numbers gave Grey Hair Blade time to breathe.

He put his hands on his knees and gasped for breath. Sweat mixed with rainwater slid into his eyes, and there was a burning pain.

"Hasebe, you …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro lowered his body to check on his injuries. When he was in front of him, he suddenly lowered his body and dodged.

With a clang, the tattered quilt fluttered in the wind, revealing the short golden hair hidden under it.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro gritted his teeth and blocked Grey Hair Blade's sudden attack. "What are you doing?!"

"Get out of here!

Cut Long Hasebe roared hoarsely.

The stench of decay rushed into his nose with his movements.

Tarō Tarō found the source of the accident and could not help but slow down.

"You can't deal with it!"

Grey Hair Blade suddenly turned around, took a step diagonally, lowered his head and raised his arm. He stabbed the sword that was about to sneak attack him, and then with a force, the blade turned inward and downward, cutting off the demon's right arm that was wrapped in chains.

He raised his head, and his purple eyes were full of murderous intent.

An intimidating aura spread out from the fallen sword, making people tremble with fear and their hairs stand on end.

Fu Mourning God no longer spoke, and raised his sword and joined the battle again.

He was like a killing machine that had been wound up. He didn't think and didn't care about the advantages and disadvantages. Every time he stabbed, he would injure both himself and the enemy. He didn't have any scruples. Every time he chopped, he would use all his strength and leave no way out. Such a fierce and cruel way of fighting was clearly suicide at the cost of his life.

Just because he fell, he could end the battle?!

Mountain Granny Qie Guoguang was enraged. He slashed at the enemy in front of him and shouted:

"Cut Long Hasebe's".. of

"I said, leave!" Grey Hair Blade coldly stared at him, his eyes cold and his aura biting cold.

In the next second, he looked away, stepped forward, and used both hands to block Taitō and Wakizashi's combined slashes.

"I will never retreat from a battle in the human world."

The tall black-haired Fu Mourning God coldly said. As soon as his voice fell, Hasebe felt his hands loosen, and two black shadows shattered into pieces.

"That look in your eyes is really unpleasant!" Yamamochi Kokuhiro coldly snorted, and held his sword in front of him.

The three Fu Mourning Gods gathered together and continuously slashed at the enemies surging forward.

At first, Tarō Tarō and Yamamochi Kokuhiro joined the battle to ease the intensity of the battle, but Cut Long Hasebe soon discovered that there were too many Tracing troops, and reinforcements were coming from somewhere. One second after one was killed, another would take its place. These emotionless dead creatures would not be tired or afraid, and would only move forward and attack repeatedly.

As their encirclement gradually tightened, even with Taitō's support, they were still at a disadvantage.

"With a swing of my hand, it's like a storm!"

Tarō Tarō took off his coat and raised the long sword in his hand high.

He slashed the sword from the top of his head, and it hit the ground.

Dust flew, and the branches and leaves trembled. A few Tracing troops in front of him swayed a few times, and their eyes widened as they fell heavily to the ground.

"Phew …"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro clicked his tongue and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the wound on his face. "You think you can kill me?

It's still early! "

Although he said so, it was an undeniable fact that his physical strength was rapidly depleting, and his wounds were increasing.

Cut Long Hasebe had fought alongside Yamamochi Kokuhiro, One Vibration. He knew that Yamamochi Kokuhiro was at his limit, and Tarō Tarō was only slightly better.

As for himself … Cut Long Hasebe smiled sarcastically. He was already an arrow at the end of its flight.

Every second was so long, and the belief that kept him from falling was just the last bit of dignity that he would never admit defeat like this.

He could feel that his body was quietly and quickly changing. The blood flowing from his wounds was decreasing, and his muscles were constantly bulging and becoming as hard as iron. He gradually could not feel the heat of his sweat, and the pain could no longer hinder his movements.

His mind could not help but drift away. The control of his body was being seized by something. If he was not careful, he might fall into the abyss and never return.

The Tracing troops' attacks on him had unknowingly decreased.

This, of course, made it easier for him to attack, but every time he swung his sword, his heart would beat faster.

He could not help but notice the aura of the two vibrating swords around him. It was so annoying, so disgusting. He could not control … the direction of his attack.

"Leave, leave …" Cut Long Hasebe murmured. Suddenly, he pulled his sword out of the Tracing troops' bodies and slashed at Tarō Tarō and Yamamochi.

Gray Long Blade roared crazily, "Leave!

Leave here! "

"The Inquisitor needs you. You won't be satisfied if you fall here, right?!"

"Are you satisfied if you fall here?"

— —?

Whose voice was that?!

The gentle and clear voice was like a drop of water falling into the cracked earth, restoring Gray Long Blade's last bit of consciousness.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Cut Long Hasebe could not help but take two steps back and slowly raise his head.

Outside the encirclement, a thin layer of silver light enveloped the newcomer, illuminating his face in the darkness.

The handsome and delicate facial features, the slender and slender figure, and the indifferent expression were none other than The Inquisitor, who had opened the paper door and walked towards him against the sunlight that afternoon.

The young man who had once blocked his blade slowly walked towards him and asked indifferently.

Behind him, in the shadows, a few Retrograde Army quietly appeared and raised their blades.

"Ahhhhh!" Cut Long Hasebe roared at the sky. He grabbed his long saber and waved it through the curtain of rain, desperately rushing out.

“！”

Tarō Tarō turned around in shock. Yamamochi Kokuhiro flew up a tree and then jumped down. He raised his katana and slashed outwards.

"I'll play with you guys."

The Inquisitor lowered his eyes and smiled. He raised his hands, and a violent storm suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With him as the center, it swept up the surrounding dust, flying sand, cold rain, and broken limbs.

The crystal clear silver light suddenly soared and shot outwards, piercing the dark night and ruffling The Inquisitor's short black hair.

One Vibration's gold and red long saber cut through time and space and appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The silver light faded and gently enveloped The Inquisitor again.

The young man smiled and unsheathed his long saber. Without moving his body, the sneaky ambusher was torn apart and destroyed on the spot.

The Inquisitor approached step by step. The huge long saber in his hand was as light as a feather and as fast as a shadow. It was easy. In a few blinks of an eye, the Retrograde Army that had surrounded Fu Mourning God was destroyed.

"It's time to end this. If this continues, it will be a waste of resources."

Ji Kai came in front of the three strikes sword and glanced at it lightly.

Then, the young man's smile froze and his eyebrows twitched violently.

Before he set off, the three of them were neat and tidy and looked quite pleasing to the eye. He was just in a daze. Why did they look like they had been tortured the moment he came back to his senses?

Tarō Tarō was the most presentable, but he was still naked on one side and had several wounds on his body. Yamamochi Kokuhiro was already covered with a dirty bedsheet. Now, even his shirt was torn into strips. There was a hole on the left side of his pants and a piece of cloth on the right side. It was simply unbearable to look at. As for Cut Long Hasebe … he was one size bigger than when he first saw him. His muscles were rough and his body was covered in blood. He looked like a half-evolved beast. It was fortunate that his pants were still on his legs …

It was really … an eyesore!

He had to bring it back to wash it quickly.

The Inquisitor sighed and thought to himself.

While he was sighing, the three Fu Mourning God were frozen in place and did not move.

Tarō Tarō stared at the sword in Ji Kai's hand expressionlessly. Yamamochi Kokuhiro kept blinking, wondering if he was dreaming. Cut Long Hasebe was restless and could not hold it in any longer. He was the first to speak.

"The sword in your hand … is Tarō Tarō?"

His voice was rough and hoarse, like gravel rubbing against each other. It was very harsh and unpleasant to the ear.

Ji Kai frowned and lowered his head. He glanced at the sword in his hand and raised his head. He looked at Yamamochi Kokuhiro and replied, "That's right."

"But …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro could not believe it. Tarō Tarō was right beside him, and his body was in the hands of the Fu Mourning God.

"Oh, oh, this?"

Ji Kai snapped out of his thoughts from Hasebe's strange voice and threw the sword to Yamamochi. He clapped his hands and rotated his arms. He was not used to suddenly using such a big sword.

"To be precise, it's Tarō Tarō from a certain time in the future.

Because it's very beautiful, I'll use it first. "

Not this!

Not this!

Yamamochi hugged Taitō and shook his head vigorously. Tarō Tarō's eyes were bright. He was silent for a while and said in a low voice.

"My Lord is right.

This is indeed me. "

"When you swung the sword just now, I could feel that I was in your hands."

Once he finished speaking, the cold and handsome Death God Fu stared at Ji Kai without moving. He waited patiently, and there was a seriousness that Ji Kai had never seen before, along with a hint of curiosity.

"… Hmm … It's very troublesome to explain … I don't want to say it a second time …"

Ji Kai scratched his head and looked at the three people. "Let's go back to This Pill, take a bath, change your clothes, eat snacks, drink tea, and rest. I'll explain it to everyone, okay?"

Taitō suddenly disappeared from Yamamochi's hands. The blond Fu Mourning God widened his eyes and almost jumped up.

"Plop!" Cut Long Hasebe, who had been silent all this time, fainted.

*

In the courtyard of This Pill.

A golden light flashed. Tarō Tarō walked out with Cut Long Hasebe on his shoulders.

Mountain Lady Qie Guoguang followed closely behind with a tattered sheet draped over his shoulders.

Ji Kai crossed his arms and yawned as he walked at the back.

Today has been a day full of twists and turns. I can't even rest for half a day … I need to take a bath and go to sleep …

The Inquisitor, who was muttering in his heart, suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes a second before he was about to bump into the Fu Mourning God in front of him.

"Uh, what are you standing here for?!"

In front of him, Candlestick Tachibana, Gokusen Kanazane, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and the Five Tigers Retreat were fully armed. They stood in a row, motionless, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yo, looks like I changed my clothes for nothing, haha!

“

As the oldest of the three, Tsurumaru Kuninaga glanced at the person on Tarō Tarō's shoulder.

He winked at Ji Kai and teased him.